Hi! This is the prologue for my first Twilight fic.
Oh, and I will ramble for this chapter. This is all about Bella, trying to get her story straight. The next chapter, however, is where the real story begins. I'm sorry this is so vague.
Disclaimer: Unless my name has suddenly changed itself to Stephenie Meyer, I don't own anyone, for the moment, but Sephie. You'll meet my other OC's later.
They are making me write this down.
I'm not surprised, what with all that has been going on. I mean, how would posterity believe us if we didn't place this on paper, record it officially?
Not that I really need to worry about posterity. I can't have kids, so strictly speaking it won't be my posterity.
But this is completely off topic, and Alice and Sephira have both assured me that I don't have that long. There is a plane, in maybe a few hours, and this has to be done by then.
Or I'll have to swim the ocean to get back home, and that whole concept is completely romanticized. I mean, the water is cold in the winter. Even people like, well, me, can get cold. If I count as a person.
I'm rambling. I know that.
It's just that I don't know where to start.
I mean, most stories have a clear beginning and end. Main character has a plain, boring life, and suddenly she's dragged into a magical adventure.
Well, even before this really should start, I could talk about meeting Edward. That was definitely not boring. Since I'd met him, my life had been about as close to boring as the north pole is to the south. But that is a whole different story, one best left for those who know how to tell it.
All I know is how to tell my story, and I hardly even know that. As you could probably tell by my meandering topics.
But if I had to guess, I would guess it started with Forks.
Forks. I know I said I would stay on topic, but I feel a deep need to reminisce.
I hated Forks, at first. And then came Edward—and let me tell you, Forks was great for a while, so long as he was there. One day, though, he wasn't. And then, on top of it all, this whole mess started...
Let's just say that I hated Forks for a long, long time. About five years, since the accident.
Which is really what I should be talking about.
Incident is a better word than accident...
Oh, hell, I'm going to stop skirting around the topic, and just come out and say it.
I'm a vampire.
Yes, you can breathe now. I'm not pretending, though it might have been worth it just to see you keel over in—what, shock? Doubt? God, Jasper is much better than me at this.
Yes, vampires are real. No, we don't sleep in coffins or die in sunlight. We have reflections, and we show up on camera.
And the light thing? To make a long story short, we don't die, we... sparkle, for lack of a better word. Wow, I suddenly feel rather like Elmo.
But that isn't the point, either.
So yes, I, Isabella Marie Swan, am a vampire.
And you, dear audience, are going to have to believe this fact.
How do I know someone will read this at all? Because of Sephira. And Alice, really, but for a long time Alice and I were on bad terms.
Still, I should really start telling my story now. It started earlier this year...
'K , I know this was short and vague, but please review.
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